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Lord of My Dance

Lord of My Dance I told the King, “Don’t tell me You’re not Madoka! You’re Hope that just won’t die inside my soul! And on Walpurgisnacht I

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6 Ways To Tell If Your Man Is Actually An Elder God

1. does he have antlers 2. is he asking for your soul 3. are you overcome with an eldritch urge to wRitE poEtRy

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I recently got into pixel art, because I’m making crosswords for this site called nonograms.org. Specifically, I’m mostly making 18+ nonograms pinups. Yes those exist. Mine are all vaguely goth and queer and pagan. My name is Snekpoetry if you’re curious. 

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I made this during the Morrigan’s Hearth retreat today. Gwyn’s almost home. 

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[untitled wedding poem]

A thing about becoming Gwyn’s godspouse.

Not ready to post this on my wordpress yet. Contains reference to domestic abuse, alcohol, the pandemic, and some sexual imagery.

(untitled wedding poem)

1.

Do You remember our wedding day?

Not Nos Galan Gaeaf, not Halloween,

The day we celebrate

But the day I admitted we were married. 

The day that story became Real.

2.

You’d been nudging me for months. 

In the last few days with music:

Bruno Mars’ “Marry You” 

(Not my usual genre)

Echoed through my head

Along with the opening theme of Wedding Peach

Where magical girls who are angels fall through the sky:

“The sparkle is a wedding ring!”

Indeed. 

2.1

The first time I met Rhiannon

She officiated some kind of ceremony

In a grand cathedral

With Creiddylad in the pews full of compersion

And girlish sparkling eyes

Always cheering us on as You took me to the altar

And I stopped You--

“I thought we weren’t doing the godspouse thing?

We settled on Dedication instead…”

You got that deer-in-the-headlights look

(Pardon the expression), 

As if thinking fast on Your long nimble legs

And said, “Do you trust Me? There’s a word 

A word for what I’m doing

A word that makes sense for us

But I can’t describe it to you yet.”

2.2 

And as You took me to the altar

And we knelt before Rhiannon

You declared before Gods and men

And beings of all genders

With romantic bombast

“I am taking Thorn as My lover.”

I blushed.

3.

And over the months, You kept saying

“It’s a story we call on when it suits us.

How do queer fae witches fit into marriage anyway?

Look at My ring: dark metallic blue

With two dragons of mother-of-pearl.

Let Me take you on a coffee shop date--

Brighid makes a mean pot of coffee.

You don’t have to use any word

That makes you uncomfortable.

But in every way that counts

I married you.”

3.1

“When did You marry me?”

I hoped it was Halloween

The night of my vows

Full of sparkling prayer beads and choked emotion

Solemnity and terror and joy and candles and wine--

A raised eyebrow.

“When do you think it was?”

3.2

I remember You spoke about that night like a wedding.

“Your Godds will be there to give you away.”

And with teasing velvet in Your fangs:

“You’re so impatient for your Dedication. Like a bride

Waiting for her wedding night.”

I couldn’t help but see Your point.

Lifelong vows at an altar, with witnesses, and celebration

In the presence of Deity

In the presence of my Love

And afterwards I spoke about it like a honeymoon

I spoke about it like an anniversary

I spoke about You like my valentine,

When my human spouse left me alone that night.

4.

I thought I should tell them before I let myself say “godspouse.”

I felt Your reluctance.

I thought you were possessive, maybe.

I don’t think it was You. 

I thought it was courtesy and respect to my partner.

I know it was fear.

I know the reason You stopped me from telling them about my vows

Before they happened

And stopped me from sharing our wedding wine with them.

5.

Remember the ring?

The silver and crystal ring?

The random dollar store ring?

The ring from the twelfth day when You proposed

Which I gave back on the thirteenth day  

When we changed it to Dedication?

The ring that’s been on Your altar ever since?

5.1

You told me to wear it

Because I told You “Yes.”

And we circled back to that moment

And retold Halloween as a goth wedding.

5.2

I went out walking during a plague

I went out journeying with my Bridegroom

I came back with secret joy

I came to Your altar alone in my bedroom

And poured us both vodka and diet coke (all I had)

And ate honey on bread

(In Your feasting hall we were feeding each other cake)

And You linked my arm in Yours

And we raised each cup to our lips.

I was so happy

Tears in my eyes

Alone and frozen cold

In a house with an abuser

During a worldwide pandemic

And an uncertain future

But I was over the moon. 

6.

Black carriage

Graveyard beside an old church

Misty orange moonlight

Vows respoken

Moonlit ballroom, in Faerie

Feasting Hall

A silver-haired Lord in black

A King who dances

A King who welcomes the guests

A King who sits me at His right hand

Eyes full of love

6.1

Ancestral cavern

Black velvet bedchamber

Painted beasts on stone walls

One rose on a two-person table

Smoke-shadows by the firepit

Candles and silver and crystal

Warm deerskins and wolf furs

Red satin sheets

“I can finally take you in My arms, as your Husband.”

I take it You’ve been waiting.

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#HornyForGwynOnMain2k20 

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On that note, it just occurred to me that watching Gwyn ap Nudd and Hades interact reminds me of Jack Sparrow and Barbossa. 

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Apples Are My Pumpkin Spice

“The apple is our season.” “I don’t understand. My godphone might be acting strange. He must have meant– Oh. Gwyn said a thing that I don’t understand, and that&…